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In the glow with light so low
the day begins as night her skin
In the aftermath of the dark past,
I'm to see the light.
Through days and spinning scenes,
the lifting of that God's freedom brings.
Till genius awakes with snakes
and re-embers the one more.
Tossed bed to floor.

Sometime, somewhere just you think it couldn't get any worse,
hit you unaware and you realise:
it sure as ain't gonna get any better.
So into the radio and listen to the words we say.
it's get far worse before it gets better.
Tune into the T.V. show, when we will appear to you the way.
So turn your to the starry skies above,
those sore eyes a sight.
When host of heavenly Angels takes homeward to the Land.
And the stars did align in ninety-nine.
We're ready for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the front of the storm we be born,
under the red and the and the white,
these will take flight.

flight with crippled and songs to sing.

Just a ranch hand in a Texas rock band,
trying to understand masterplan.

the Lord said "Son! Tell the world before it explodes,
the of the Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads."
I said "Lord I make you a
I will if you give me a hit so I can build a 'city on a hill'."
And He "Son! I will if you will."
I said 'My sweet Lord' a deal."

Waiting to hit crippled wings,
waiting to hit songs to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, standing at the looking over.
to hit the center stage at such a golden and tender age,
shot forth out of the miry clay cuttin' all the corners th way.
Born in a covered in after-birth we're her for all she's worth,
with stars above, lone star below, the earth a star is born.